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[justice_from_above]

Who: Pharah, Rey, Ratchet, and YOU?
When: Post-transformation
Where: Various locations
What: Pharah tries to do damage control
Warnings: n/a will add as needed

Engine Room

Pharah is poking around, looking for tools, but she's not even sure what she needs. She can do basic repairs and maintenance on her armor, but her bout with Reaper had left it a little more worse for wear than what she's used to. The main boost mechanic in the right jet is completely mangled, and she wants to make sure she can repair it so it won't backfire when she goes to use it next.

She picks up a wrench, looks it over, and then pockets it. She's not even sure if she should be taking tools out, and makes a cautious glance around before picking up another. She's not usually sneaky like this but she doesn't want to broadcast the disadvantage she is in without her armor, especially where Reaper might see it.


MedBay

It generally takes a lot to stop Pharah. Such as massive blood loss, the first time she was here. Today, she's merely stepping in for a checkup. Between her bout with Reaper and the recent transformations, she wants to ensure she's back to rights - inside and out.

She knocks on the doorframe as she enters, and wanders over to her favorite robot.

"Ratchet, do you have a moment?"


Various

With her armor currently out of commission, Pharah is spending time in public spaces she knows. OUtside of her service as a messanger, she doesn't explore much for fear of running into Reaper again. But between that, her conversations with him and 76, she's feeling an inner conflict with her core values. Instead of moping about in her room, she works out in a corner of the cargo bay, or contemplates the stars on the observation deck, or just relaxes with a mug of tea in the galley.

Comments

[grandpaladin]

"They were terrible stones."

He says it with grave solemnity. Like somehow, a bunch of rocks caused something bad to happen somewhere. He puts both hands on her shoulders, looking at her with that same somber expression.

"The worst of rocks."

[justice_from_above]

"Just as I expected."

Fareeha looks back at him with an equally somber expression, hanging one of her hands on his arm. She can't keep the charade up for long, though, eventually breaking into a tired smile.

"This ship sure is lucky to have you aboard."

[grandpaladin]

"And you."

But the fatigue in her smile gets his attention. Finally. And he's tilting his head, curious and concerned.

"Are you all right?"

[justice_from_above]

The smile fades slowly, but she doesn't let go of his arm. Her immediate answer would have been I'm fine but she respected Reinhardt too much to lie to him like that. As well, she didn't think he'd fall for it either.

"It is nothing, really; I haven't been sleeping well lately."

Which wasn't a lie but certainly left out a lot. The dream walking had her constantly fatigued, worry about Reaper - especially now that her mother was here - never went away.

[grandpaladin]

"No? Too restless?"

There's a little bit of a teasing light in his eye when he asks. Just a bit. Most of him is just worried for her. Worried that something's gone wrong. She's always been so steady.

Something must have happened.

[justice_from_above]

"That's part of it." Could the dream walking be called restless? She thought so, at least. It certainly wasn't restful. "There's a lot I have on my mind, lately. Little things."

But they build and they press and they cause a bigger problem in return. She didn't want him to worry though. She pats his arm and tries to smile up at him. "I'll get through this."

[grandpaladin]

He grunts. And stays put. His expression unchanging. It sounds like vague reassurances. That bothers him, more than anything. He's going to worry more if she doesn't tell him, than if she does.

"Fareeha..." Now there's admonishment in his voice. "What has happened?"

[justice_from_above]

She doesn't reply right away, realizing that he's not going to stop pushing until he gets the truth, but telling him means she has to relive it, to honestly examine it, and openly admit this is too big for her to handle on her own.

When she does choose to answer him, she tries to keep her tone level and words chosen with thought. She watches him, trying to gauge his reaction while keeping her own expression schooled into something strong; the last thing she's looking for is pity, but there's no easy way to admit this.

"A few days ago, when we were first transformed, I ran into Reaper. I should say he ran into me, but neither of us were looking for the other. We did have a ... talk, though." She glances off to the side, thinking back on the conversation, that laugh of his that - even without the unearthly rasp to it - still sent chills up her spine. "It has been on my mind ever since."

[grandpaladin]

"A talk. With Reyes."

The anger in his voice isn't directed at her. It's a cold, crackling thing. Something old left to be roused at caution. If he could have, he would have torn the name from everyone's minds. Crushed the body with his hammer.

"What happened."

There's no pity. Just a barely-contained anger. Suspicion of the other party. Big hands flexing, holding on by a thread.

[justice_from_above]

She doesn't speak. Reinhardt's anger had never been at her, and she knew it wasn't now, either, but it was an anger of righteous proportions. She can't say it's unwarranted.

But the last thing she wants is anyone going up against Reaper because of her.

"We fought. He ran." Reinhardt doesn't need to know how her armor was damaged, how her back still hurt now and her nightmares and daydreams echoed with that cold, heartless laughter. "I'm fine, just ... shaken."

She sets a gentle hand on his, looking up at him with a firm expression; No. Don't. It's Reinhardt, though, and she doesn't have a lot of faith that she'll be able to deter him if he gets anything in his head.

But Reaper honestly frightens her, and she doesn't want anyone risking going after him on her account.

[grandpaladin]

"What did he say to you?"

His accent thickens a little around the edges. Turning to something harsher, something befitting the warrior in heavy armor who stood against a tide. The one who would always stand against the darkness.

Literal, or, in this case, figurative -- as he has yet to see for himself the extent of Reyes' transformation. If she's alive, if she's speaking to him, she must have won. Especially if the traitor fled.

Reyes is the reason Overwatch fell. The final catalyst.

And now he's here. Attacking those Reinhardt will always claim friendship with -- family with. It won't stand. Not while he still breathes.

"Where was this?"

[justice_from_above]

"It was down in the colony, in the side streets."

That was the easier question to answer, so she gets to it first. She takes her time with the first question, choosing her wording carefully. She really wasn't about to let him know how she and Reyes had originally met on the Moira. She thinks back on their brief conversation, a few breathless words exchanged between blows. She sighs and reaches up to rub her temples.

"He said he was left behind. That Morrison was full of shit, and left him, and my mother, behind. To die." She didn't believe it, she couldn't. But they were still painful words to think about, let alone repeat.

[grandpaladin]

"Scheiße."

Reinhardt didn't tend to swear, as a rule. To break that rule... and in front of someone he respected. It spoke volumes about what he thought of Reyes' words. He practically spat it, at that. There is no change in his stance. In the tension of his body.

Bullshit. The only person 'full of shit' is Reyes himself.

"He left us. All of us. He betrayed us!"

[justice_from_above]

It's distressing, to hear Reinhardt so riled up, and to be the person stoking the fire of his rage. He doesn't need to hear the rest. She reaches up to place a firm hand on his shoulder.

"I know. I know. He's the one who threw us away." Didn't make it hurt any less, our the way he blamed Jack, who was dead. She missed him, so terribly much in this moment. Jack would have made things right. Perhaps he could have gotten through to Reaper. She reminds herself she'll never know, but as long as she he Reinhardt on her side she'll be okay, even if all he's offering is emotional support. It's enough.